Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1887-04-30


own in youth that Colonel Devoe looked
mp from his great political manuscript
and spoke:
"GrandChild. don't notice it. Remem-
Der the saving that whoever writes anony-
nous letters must have come anonymous.
The underbred send them to the lawful
bred"
Here am |. grandpa, described as still
in love with Mark Hanson, and mos, in
innate things related of the period of my
engagement to him. | showed them to
Dave, and asked him if he had received
anv such letters He confessed that he
had but would not let me see them. |
,hall tell him to-day that until he dis
covers their author | will not be his wife
t is the duty of a spirited man to un-
cover the slanderer of his betrothed.
IL" would do it if you were still young"
Poor Carrie! though | have fought
NY duels on less matters than that, in
ne days when edited ouIpolitical organ.
never would give an underhand CORE
.pondent dignity enough to trace him or
aer out. You can't suspect Mark Hanson
nut whom else have you offended"
No, l always found him the man of
honor. But it il the nature of these
anonymous letters to make us suspicious
Of everybody. Granny, | shall take a
desperate remedy. You go on with your
memoirs
As she called for her saddle mare to
ride oyeI the mountain, the poor old
colonel wiped his spectacles of film and
ii. eyes of tears, and resumed the com.
,o>ition of his never-fnished book on the
mes of Robert Goodloe Harper
Dear Carrie" he exclaimed aloud
She is my last unmarried grandchild,
mi | believe they all received anony-
nous letters. 1t must be disease OF
society
From her grandfather's hermitage, in
the narrow Pleasant Valley, Carrie was
soon bounding along the rills of Israel 5
"rr"k and up through the chestnut
Nuudcd slopes of the great South Noun
ain. icprle>~ of man or beast so that hei
bloodhound followed along with her
md ~ she turned the crest of the road in
he zap and overlook the mail buggy
where the great prospect of Catoctir
Valley stretched below and afar, she saw
her amiable hound, "a quick as any coacl
dog. running between the mail buggy,
wheels.
Mark Hanson had given her that doc
3d.. t..,..
him.
1t was the only present she had not re
turned, because NegrOfoOt, as the hOun,
chasing slaves-had been her gallant, too
making the wild mountain paths safe ant
,Ociable TO Carrie as the streets of Mar
insburg, where she had been reared. He
grandfather, who had been editor anC
official at the capital of his State, los
heart and faith after the great convulsior
If the war, and took a little patch o.
| patrimonial property among the noun
| tains to get pure air and indite his recol
lcctions.
There, Carrie, an orphan child, who
/ had never looked with sentiment on mar
hefore, fell in love and cured il by lovinl
| twice.
She had found when plain, dutiful, store
keeping Dave IIightman came around hel
! The explanation of her frequent falling.
out with Mark Hanson, his friend
1t was that she had never been truly in
love with Mark, but only infatuated.
She was now TO do an act as impetuous
as her first love, and her frank rebellion
against il; and the clustering village She
had beheld from the mountain top wa.
soon echoing with the hoofs Of her sad
lie mare. Entering Il place of business
there, she confronted plain but beamine
young man at the business desk, who
cried
"Why, Carrie"
Here, sir, is another of those letters
What have YOU done about them"
"Nothing, though l have also had q
third one. They contain nothing tangi
! BILE, nothing ! could believe, Why lei
them worry us, my darling, when they
create no prejudice between u.s. Some
woman, dare say"
David Hightman, ! will not he pa
tient. II is not my family's way. They
resented and detected foes Of society
such as write these letters"
Carrie, much a. love YOU, l will no,
quarrel or fight for you. The long life OF
faith and household Joy expect to spenC
with you must not be interrupted b,
every undertOned remark some GOSSIP
, may make and every unacknowiedge
letter sent to Us. am a peaceable con,
3 of oh, A.